In The Silver Night

I hear the clock ticking in the darkIt echoes my heart as I lay aloneWith you in my headWanting you by my sideWishing you were my own

The moon holds all my secretsHow I long to be in your heartWith words of love I’ve only saidWithin my dreams there are many thingsI want you to be a part

In the silver night

I did not think I could fall in loveThought it a bother to have suchIt seemed that Fate had other plansTo have you so close and yet so farIt is all just too much

Sometimes I think you could never careFor the type of man I am it’s trueSometimes I think that you knowThat I’d give you everythingAnd I hate myself for loving you

In the silver night…

And I’ll convince myself that I can manageThat caring is not an advantageBut now I know it’s a lie!

Loving you is a pauper’s face against the windowWanting on that which I beseechIt’s a distance of galaxies when we’re feet apartIn my mind I know how’d your lips feelEven though you are far out of my reach

It’s the eggshell syllables of your nameI whisper to your specter in Luna’s lightFor once again I face the stars on my ownAll alone

Very much enjoyed the conversational tone of this poem – you made it work very well here, I think.. Your refrain of ‘In the silver night’ is also very effective here too… A real pleasure to read such carefully sculpted writing… Thank you